A Place for Everything and Everything in its Place
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3
Xander recognized the sensations he was feeling; he’d had years of practice with them. He was coming to. Again.
“Well, I figured you were due to wake up soon. I didn’t even have to drug you this go around.”
“D-drug me?”
“Yeah, crushed a few sleeping pills into your milk last time.”
“The milk you so graciously served me with the cookies you bought at the Espresso Pump?”
Spike smirked impishly, “Now, now, luv, ‘bought’ is such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as liberation.”
“You murdered the cashier,” Xander accused, with more sadness than anger in his voice.
“Well, there you go again with that overzealous language. I simply went in to get some dinner for myself and when I was done eating I snagged some of those double dark chocolate cookies for you.”
“I really like those,” Xander sounded so far away to himself, like he was listening to someone else speak on the living room television while he was in the bedroom folding laundry.
“I know,” Spike whispered back fondly.
Xander’s gazed met Spike’s and he saw the man, the vampire, he loved. The one person who knew his favorite kind of cookie, knew he liked ice cubes in his milk, what toppings he liked on his pizza. Wait a minute… pizza? Xander literally felt his brain begin to click as things started to come together for him.
“Pizza?”
“What? Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea, pet. You should eat something, you’ve been in and out, well mostly out, for almost twenty-four hours and all you’ve had was half a cookie. Hardly substantial. Don’t worry, tho I’l I’ll get on that pizza for you.”
“No, I already ordered it. I guess it hasn’t come yet. Remember when they used to have those commercials where the pizza place promised you’d get your pie in less than thirty minutes or it was free, what ever happened to that rule? Hold on, did you say twenty-four hours?
“Yes.”
“Yes to which question? The pizza rule or how long I’d been out for?” Xander asked, hoping that he’d misunderstood how long he had Sleeping Beautied.
“Yes to both and the pizza was delivered.”
“For the record I’m aware that I should know better than this, but I have to ask: what happened to the pizza guy?”
“Pizza girl, actually, and it was really nice of Andre’s to send some dessert with your dinner.”
Spike’s smile made Xander’s stomach curdle. God, his belly had caused two people to die that night. Did that make him an accessory? Suddenly, something occurred to Xander; something Spike had said before he’d passed out the second time. It was all so fuzzy, his brain felt like his tongue after a night of beer swigging. He prayed it had been a drug-induced nightmare.
“Spike, you didn’t by any chance kill Giles and Mrs. Summers, did you? ‘Cause I could have sworn you said you did but, nah, I must’ve dreamt that.”
“I think I may have put too much pill powder in your milk. Human physiology’s not easy to gage when you haven’t been one for a while.”
“What a relief. I knew I was crazy to think you’d slaughtered them.”
“Of course I didn’t slaughter them,” Spike muttered offhandedly, “I only eviscerated Rupert. I turned Joyce.”
“You what and then you what?”
“Don’t go all white-eyed again, luv. We’ll never get anywhere if you keep fading out at all the good parts. Ol’ Rupes had it coming; chaining me in that soddin’ bathtub, did he really think I’d never be on active vampire duty again? Oh please, don’t gawk at me like that, I could have done a lot worse to him. However, in the end, I decided to have some pity. I ripped open his gut, showed him his innards and then I slit his throat for him. Hardly any suffering, really.”
Pass out or throw up? Xander’s consciousness and stomach were in a heated debate over which would be the best course of action, however Xander had to know the rest. He firmly told them both to shut up and let him hear what else Spike had to say.
“And Buffy’s mom? Why did you turn her?”
“I was afraid the doctors had done a shoddy job clearing up her brain tumor. I was afraid something would go wrong and I’d lose her. She’s a brilliant woman and next to you she’s all I’ve got. Joyce is the closest thing to a mum either of us has.”
“You didn’t want anything to happen to our pseudo-mom so you killed her?!” Xander screamed, feeling the hysteria build within him.
“Xan, don’t get so excited. Besides, I needed someone to take care of the bite-sized one once she woke up. I mean a teenaged girl is one thing, but a teenaged fledge? Much more than I’m willing to take on.”
“You turned Dawn?!”
“Well, I figured you were due to wake up soon. I didn’t even have to drug you this go around.”
“D-drug me?”
“Yeah, crushed a few sleeping pills into your milk last time.”
“The milk you so graciously served me with the cookies you bought at the Espresso Pump?”
Spike smirked impishly, “Now, now, luv, ‘bought’ is such a strong word. I prefer to think of it as liberation.”
“You murdered the cashier,” Xander accused, with more sadness than anger in his voice.
“Well, there you go again with that overzealous language. I simply went in to get some dinner for myself and when I was done eating I snagged some of those double dark chocolate cookies for you.”
“I really like those,” Xander sounded so far away to himself, like he was listening to someone else speak on the living room television while he was in the bedroom folding laundry.
“I know,” Spike whispered back fondly.
Xander’s gazed met Spike’s and he saw the man, the vampire, he loved. The one person who knew his favorite kind of cookie, knew he liked ice cubes in his milk, what toppings he liked on his pizza. Wait a minute… pizza? Xander literally felt his brain begin to click as things started to come together for him.
“Pizza?”
“What? Oh, yeah, that’s a good idea, pet. You should eat something, you’ve been in and out, well mostly out, for almost twenty-four hours and all you’ve had was half a cookie. Hardly substantial. Don’t worry, tho I’l I’ll get on that pizza for you.”
“No, I already ordered it. I guess it hasn’t come yet. Remember when they used to have those commercials where the pizza place promised you’d get your pie in less than thirty minutes or it was free, what ever happened to that rule? Hold on, did you say twenty-four hours?
“Yes.”
“Yes to which question? The pizza rule or how long I’d been out for?” Xander asked, hoping that he’d misunderstood how long he had Sleeping Beautied.
“Yes to both and the pizza was delivered.”
“For the record I’m aware that I should know better than this, but I have to ask: what happened to the pizza guy?”
“Pizza girl, actually, and it was really nice of Andre’s to send some dessert with your dinner.”
Spike’s smile made Xander’s stomach curdle. God, his belly had caused two people to die that night. Did that make him an accessory? Suddenly, something occurred to Xander; something Spike had said before he’d passed out the second time. It was all so fuzzy, his brain felt like his tongue after a night of beer swigging. He prayed it had been a drug-induced nightmare.
“Spike, you didn’t by any chance kill Giles and Mrs. Summers, did you? ‘Cause I could have sworn you said you did but, nah, I must’ve dreamt that.”
“I think I may have put too much pill powder in your milk. Human physiology’s not easy to gage when you haven’t been one for a while.”
“What a relief. I knew I was crazy to think you’d slaughtered them.”
“Of course I didn’t slaughter them,” Spike muttered offhandedly, “I only eviscerated Rupert. I turned Joyce.”
“You what and then you what?”
“Don’t go all white-eyed again, luv. We’ll never get anywhere if you keep fading out at all the good parts. Ol’ Rupes had it coming; chaining me in that soddin’ bathtub, did he really think I’d never be on active vampire duty again? Oh please, don’t gawk at me like that, I could have done a lot worse to him. However, in the end, I decided to have some pity. I ripped open his gut, showed him his innards and then I slit his throat for him. Hardly any suffering, really.”
Pass out or throw up? Xander’s consciousness and stomach were in a heated debate over which would be the best course of action, however Xander had to know the rest. He firmly told them both to shut up and let him hear what else Spike had to say.
“And Buffy’s mom? Why did you turn her?”
“I was afraid the doctors had done a shoddy job clearing up her brain tumor. I was afraid something would go wrong and I’d lose her. She’s a brilliant woman and next to you she’s all I’ve got. Joyce is the closest thing to a mum either of us has.”
“You didn’t want anything to happen to our pseudo-mom so you killed her?!” Xander screamed, feeling the hysteria build within him.
“Xan, don’t get so excited. Besides, I needed someone to take care of the bite-sized one once she woke up. I mean a teenaged girl is one thing, but a teenaged fledge? Much more than I’m willing to take on.”
“You turned Dawn?!”